Something about being manipulated and treated like you were an idiot just didn't sit well with you. Besides that, no real prejudice against the world....You started in retail at around 20ish or so and did that for about 3 years before moving on to what seemed like bigger and better things. Friends you knew personally helped you out by providing odd jobs. You did all sorts of things ranging from selling insurance, shipping out packages from warehouses, and just right out manual labour. Least. Each time they got more erotic, or risky, or just downright dirty and pornographic. I think we learned a lot about each other. But we had never met. Not even once. Hell, we never even talked on the phone. I guess, we were just playing with each other’s minds.So here I am, Sitting on the train, listening to my music, I am bound for her home city, I find myself replaying all those stories in my head, one after each other, each one perfect to every word. I am not sure what the woman opposite me. I encourage you to talk and be together whenever possible, just no contact. This is to see if you two are in love with each other or are in love with the feeling of touching each other.”It made sense. But it also made me very depressed. We humbly agreed and asked for one final kiss. Mom obliged and told us to do it in our room. We had never kissed so passionately before or since. I couldn’t believe it would all end like this for the next… who knows how long. I wrapped my whole body around his,. My rage subsided some, and I found myself being rather intrigued by the scenario. I decided it might be helpful to get some more information, if I was going to agree to accompany her to 'Movie Night' at her parents."Okay, if I do decide to go with you, I'd like to know a little background information first, so at least I have some idea what to expect," I explained."What do you want to know? You can ask me anything," she offered bravely."Okay, so how and when did this all start?" It was very.